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#4
Urban Relief We were fluent as the blooming of summer, a tonal rest and homespun comfort, lacking the busy hum of men. Those days fulfilled our dreams of lonesome fields and wild heath lanes, time absorbed us into landscape. It was a place to draw near our shoes. written for dVerse Poets 7…
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#3
If Sparrows Played Bagpipes I made barbecue sauce three days ago. It’s the scotch that makes it historical, wakes everything up with a surprise as if sparrows played bagpipes, so I slick sauce on some ribs, a shimmering that makes me smile like a debutante asked to dance. written for dVerse: Quadrille #6…
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#2
Grandpa’s Congregation Our paradise was never erotic, it was chocolate. That’s what happens when your grandpa’s a dentist – the cookie jar’s empty We were witness to all his changes – dentists don’t like to be dentists. He liked the brief conversation though, can’t speak with hands filling your mouth. Endless cavities, root canals, pulling…
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A Few Words About Paolo And so he keeps it brief, “Ciao, are you ready?” His rhythmic voice is a bouncing ball — fills the airy momentary gaps with his memorable smile. But he’s working; the chatter is part of the parcel. It’s a living, like acting, role-play, and he’s proud of his centre-of-attention…
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